Some stories are hard to tell, hard to understand – even for the storyteller. These stories are often kept secret, just because the pain. They often miss wholeness, and only consist of twisted fragments. Fragments – as pieces in a puzzle you don’t know how will end, if there is an ending at all. Some will maybe advise you to let it all be, let the pieces of the puzzle be absorbed by the ocean of time – and hope this ocean will wash away the memories. Hope that it doesn’t make you feel fragmented and left behind.
Left behind. Fragments.